Then he arose, staggering, and at once he was seized with the feeling of having lost something very valuable, something whose presence he did not seem to have noticed in himself until the moment it was lost.
But immediately a new, manly feeling of self-pride took possession of him.

It drowned his shame, and, instead of the shame, pity for the woman sprang up within him--for the half-clad woman, who went out alone into the dark of the chilly May night.

He hastily came out on the deck--it was a starlit, but moonless night; the coolness and the darkness embraced him.

On the shore the golden-red pile of coals was still glimmering.

Foma listened--an oppressive stillness filled the air, only the water was murmuring, breaking against the anchor chains.